There are no windows in this place.
Taste the soil beneath your feet
and grub your way across the floor.
No mirror here to see your face -
an image of your change complete -
although your skin might still feel raw.
Sit up slow, it's not a race.
Try not to tear the stitches neat,
otherwise you may need more.
I've done my best to leave no trace,
but - oh, no, honey, take a seat!
Did you think there was a door?
The healing process may take time
but when it's over, butterfly,
I'll give you ample chance to shine,
your altered form my point of pride.
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